Here's a meta-enriched item to make your postmodern brain-lobes twirl: Avid fan of Southwest travel scours Las Vegas to compare the reality with its grim, futuristic depiction in the acclaimed, incredibly vivi, detailed, post-apocalyptic Sin City-set video game Fallout: New Vegas.
Extensive commentary, side-by-side photos, the works. But why, why, why?!
The site's now complete. In less than a week it's approached 100,000 pageviews and over 5000 people have watched the videos. But doing a tour based on a videogame remains a fundamentally silly thing to do. So a few people have asked: why did I do it? Here's my answer: because lifeitself is fundamentally silly. We're born. We eat, sleep, reproduce. And then we die. We're each an eyeblink even in human history, let alone the history of theuniverse. There's not a lot of point to any of it; life has no innate meaning or purpose, save that which we impose upon it. So the worst thing you can do is take it too seriously. Besides, the American West is among my favourite places on earth. The vast distances, the extremes of climate, the hardscrabble characters eking a living from motels and dime stores. There are millions of stories scratched into the sands of the Mojave, with millions more left to be written. In its own tiny way, this trip was one of them.
